Monday, July 16, 2007

Who are You?

I would like to share something beautiful I saw on TV today. I was watching TV, like I do because there is not much else to do in Pasadena on a Tuesday night, and they were doing a retrospective on the 40th anniversary of the Monterrey Pop Festival. Now as many of you probably know this is the famous concert in 1967 that ushered in the hippie summer of love and made superstars of jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin amoung others.

Now I want to tell you that I hate hippies. I hate old hippies and I hate young ones even more. See the world has real problems that require real solutions. Smoking pot and sending out, like positive vibes, man is not a solution to anything other than how to waste that money your parents spent on sending you to college. Their ideas are the worst kind of psuedointellectual incoherent dreck and their "methods", (if smoking pot and stinking is a method) are idiotic. So yeah, fuck them in their macrobiotic asses.

Anyways, after watching a half hour of these old hippies talking about how peaceful and love filled the festival was and how they were all on acid and handing out flowers to the cops after song after song of Country Joe and the Fish and The Dead the anouncer says..."Then the Who came on..."

Keith Moon bellows into the mike, "This is where it all ends!"
They rip into "My Generation". These guys are aggressive and they don't approach their music like it's a rainbow or a patchouli scented flower but as a guy they want to beat up or a woman they want to fuck.
They keep panning to the hippies in the audience who are absolutely dumbfounded. Some of the women are crying. A bad trip, man.
After their songs they begin to tear apart their instruments. Pete Townsend impales his guitar in his amp sending out a shrieking roar as it catches fire. The hippies put their hands to the upper middle class ears and wail. What happened to peace and love? Where is Ravi Shankar, man?
Keith Moon kicks his drum set off it's stand and almost into the crowd as it explodes from pyrotechnics. He then gives them the British "Fuck you!" sign, which ironically is an inverted peace sign. The hippies are stunned and upset. They slowly begin to clap as the Who has already left the stage. The concert organizers come on and start cleaning up the mess.

That's why I love the Who.




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